My family and I were very attached to a representative of our community. He would take children by bus loads to his property in the country for barbeques to get them out of the city. I held a very special place for him in my heart. I was about 17 years old and I had a dream this man had died and I saw him in his casket but instead of the traditional bouquets of flowers around him there were christmas tree, lights, and ornaments. Christmas morning my mother confronted me with the bad news. He had died after a short battle with nemonia. How it changed my life:It made me pay attention to my dreams more. I later found I had other talents. My mother and I often found ourselves thinking the same thing and responding without question. Also she would think of me and I would call her imedialtely. Going to answer the phone before it rang was a good one.
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